I wonder what Granduncle was thinking/feeling.
His own sister...
If I was feeling sad, his pain must be worse.
As I sat next to him,
Hoping to perhaps comfort him (but being awkward instead),
I somehow felt worse than I did.
His grief was somehow more suffocating than I had expected it to be.
Death is imminent.
I just hope you're in a happier place now.
Rest in peace.
安らかでいて。
We'll meet again.
In the meantime,
God, please grant her siblings comfort.
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